Highway Junkie
[D]One hundred cups of coffee five hundred cigarettes
A thousand miles of highway and I ain't forgot her yet
But I keep on[G]movin keep movin on down the[D]line
Ain't nothin in my rear view just a cloud of dust and smoke
What do you expect when some old trucker's heart gets bro[G]ke
Yeah old truckers' hearts get[D]broke
Those[A]big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind
[G]I'm a highway junkie I need that old white[D]line
Ten miles out Nashville doin bout 91
State boy pulled me over said where's the fire son
He said where's the fire son
I said there ain't no fire I'm just runnin from a flame
Go on and write your ticket but I ain't the one to blame
Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind
I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line
So I rolled on into Memphis I got nothin left to lose
Wanted to hear some rock 'n roll but they played was blues
Didn't want to hear no blues
So I tried to call up Elvis but Roger Miller grabbed the phone
He said dang we drive them eighteen wheelers boy you're the king of the road
You're the king of the road
Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind
I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line
A thousand miles of highway and I ain't forgot her yet
But I keep on[G]movin keep movin on down the[D]line
Ain't nothin in my rear view just a cloud of dust and smoke
What do you expect when some old trucker's heart gets bro[G]ke
Yeah old truckers' hearts get[D]broke
Those[A]big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind
[G]I'm a highway junkie I need that old white[D]line
Ten miles out Nashville doin bout 91
State boy pulled me over said where's the fire son
He said where's the fire son
I said there ain't no fire I'm just runnin from a flame
Go on and write your ticket but I ain't the one to blame
Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind
I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line
So I rolled on into Memphis I got nothin left to lose
Wanted to hear some rock 'n roll but they played was blues
Didn't want to hear no blues
So I tried to call up Elvis but Roger Miller grabbed the phone
He said dang we drive them eighteen wheelers boy you're the king of the road
You're the king of the road
Those big wheels of rubber gonna rub her off of my mind
I'm a highway junkie I need that old white line
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Writer(s): Chris Knight, Sam M Tate, Kathleen Ann Wright
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